I Began Quite Early In Life To

In Any Service Where A Couple Hold Down Jobs As A Team, The Male Generally Takes His Ease While The Wife Labors At His Job As Wellas Her Own.

It Isn't That Gentlemen Really Prefer Blondes, It's Just That We Look Dumber.

And What, For Instance, Would Have Happened Had Romeo And Juliet Lived To Middle Age, Their Silhouettes Broadened By Pasta?

I Used To Think That Looking Across A Pillow Into The Fabulous Face Of Buster Keaton Would Be A More Thrilling Destiny Than Any Screen Career.

One Might Feel That, At My Age, I Should Look On Life With More Gravity. After All, I've Been Privileged To Listen, Firsthand, Tosome Of The Most Profound Thinkers Of My Daywho Were All Beset By Gloom Over The Condition The World Had Gotten Into. Then Why Can't I View It With Anything But Amusement?